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My cats
Listening to music
Writing
Poetry
Art
Your father planted a tree and said, ‘As long as this tree is alive and healthy, so is my son.’ That was 200 years ago. Today, the tree still stands, defying time, but what of the son?
Love is like stargazing but choosing to look only at the one small star most people don't notice, because to you it is the one that shines the brightest.
Love is like drowning under water but doing it willingly if it means that the one person you care about will be able to breathe a moment longer.
Love is like being in a field of wildflowers but not picking any because you would rather let them grow and watch them bloom from afar rather than hold them close, knowing that they would die.
But love is also all the small things you do every day to help people. It is also noticing the small quirks someone has yet appreciating them even more for their uniqueness instead of judging them for it.
Love can come in many ways, shapes or forms, it can be grand but it can be small. It can be hidden and kept secret, or loud and bold.
Love doesn't have to be perfect or precise, it can be complicated and strange and unexpected, but it is always beautiful.
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Zombie by The Cranberries
505 by Arctic Monkeys
Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High by Arctic Monkeys
Money, Money, Money by ABBA
The Archer by Taylor Swift
“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you
The thing about you,
Is that I truly loved you.
And the worst thing about it,
Is that I would forgive you in a heartbeat.
But you won't return, you made it clear.
You and me is a thing of the past,
You don't ever want to be seen near.
Bed time stories are meant to last,
But there is no happy ending for us this time.
I was the villain in your tale,
Yet you were the hero in mine.
I tried to forget you, but to no avail.
I don't want to give up on our fairytale.
Could you write something about fairys?
In the soft twinkle of night, or in the choas of the day,
Do not fear, children, for faeries are never far away.
If only you paid closer mind,
You too would see their wings shine.
Dancing in meadows and singing in trees,
Faeries have always been near.
Those delicate beings, full of grace and love,
Sometimes perform spectacles we have grown to ignore.
For who would watch a waterfall and see in it the faeries' orchestra ?
We have long since forgotten the tune of their opera.
Once upon a time, we wished upon them,
The brightest stars to our imagination.
But now in this world full of gray,
Faeries have learnt it is better to hide away.
I always find I'm most creative when the sun is down and the stars are shining.
I always find I'm the loneliest at night,
But that only gives me topics to write about.
I guess the time between midnight and 2 a.m. is when my thoughts finally make sense.
Its not the blissful ignorance of the day when I shut it out by paying attention to my friends,
Neither is it like the loud jumble of thoughts as I try to sleep.
It's like an ocean comes pouring down, and instead of using the faucets that are my eyes,
It flows evenly, out in the shape of words that express everything.
But I guess it's a shame no one ever noticed,
For late night poems are often the ones that cut too deep.
"I cried again today,
Thinking of all I wanted to say.
I don't get why you decided to throw it all away.
You were my North, my South, my East and West,
Truly my home, but now I can't seem to rest.
I still smile when I remember our happiest memories,
I still laugh at the jokes you made,
Why did you have to go away?
I think of you every night,
Wondering 'how is your life?'
Have you achieved all you told me about,
Or is your head still full of doubts?
I cried again today,
Wishing I could have made you stay,
But you're happier without me
And I have to accept that you became a memory."
La lune solitaire,
Dans le ciel, elle erre seule,
Son éclat, sa douleur.
The lonely moon's light,
In the sky, it wanders alone,
Its glow, its pain.
To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.
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You are special and amazing , If you need to talk or some help send me a dm and I will talk to you.